Running

running
from
pain.
and yet
all i
gain is
misery.

tired of
it all.
trying not
to fall.
but i
cannot
recall i time
when i didn't.

nobody there
to catch me.
nobody there
to here my
plea.

running
from who?
or what?
who knows,
it doesn't
matter.
am i running
from people
who hold me
back?

or running from
the ones
who keep me
on track?
from going over
the deep end,
and plunging
into a never
ending sea
of black.

darkness
be my
despair
for each
never
ending
stare
that calls
me "freak"

tired of the
comments.
when could you be
yourself?
a time lost
in space.
never to walk
this planet
again.

death glares
from everyone
around me.
am i wanted?
maybe.
do i feel it?
not.at.all.

running from
everyone.
who to trust?
that i do
not know.
cannot believe
there was a
time where i
could stop
running
and begin
trusting.